The rolling of thunder in the distance lined up perfectly with the knock at the door, the weather seeming to foretell the arrival of a long-expected visitor. Tension and uncertainty seemed to hang in the stagnant apartment air as John approached the door. Still, he didn't hesitate to open the door.

His visitor was a suspicious feline in a long jacket - a gray-furred stranger who seemed intent on concealing his identity. Slung over his shoulder was a ten year-old puppy, who was still unconscious after being drugged. He had a sack tied loosely over his head, and he wore a t-shirt and tight pair of gym shorts.

No words were exchanged. The stranger simply handed the young pup over to John, who took him in his arms and walked back inside, shutting the door behind him and then locking it.

He had paid quite a lot for this kid. He intended to make the most out of it.

John carried the kid into the darkness of his apartment, and when he reached his bedroom, he laid his new toy down on the bed and took a moment to examine him. He looked somewhat feminine, even for a male of his age. It was clear that the pup hadn't even hit puberty yet. He had some meat on his bones, too - a soft belly, a pair of thick, squishy thighs, and - as John flipped him over - a plump, round butt. As he went to take the bag off the kid's head, he found a tag attached to it with a name: Charlie.

So, the puppy's name was Charlie, he supposed. That was good to know.

With that, John set to removing all of little Charlie's clothes, tossing the shirt and the gym shorts unceremoniously onto the floor. It wasn't difficult. The pup was a bit smaller than average, and his clothes were loose on his body. When stripped naked, John could see that there was a hint of muscle in his shoulders and arms - even if they weren't overly developed yet - but his legs and buttocks were soft, smooth and round. Between his legs, his little dick was still tucked away in its sheath. John could tell, just by looking at Charlie's balls, that the kid was underdeveloped.

With Charlie naked, John set to securing a collar to the pup's neck. Then he tied the leash to a bedpost so the kid wouldn't be able to get away when he woke up.


An hour passed. Charlie's eyelids fluttered open. He sat bolt upright, his heart pounding wildly. What was happening? Where was he? Why did the room seem darker than usual? And...what was around his neck?

He put his hands up to feel the leather collar secured around his throat, and he immediately began to panic, desperately pulling at the leash in an attempt to free himself. But as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he spotted a tall, lean figure standing next to him, and he froze, staring wide-eyed at the stranger before him.

The man seemed somehow familiar. He was dressed in a black business suit, of all things, and he had thick, messy fur, though it was too dark for Charlie to see what color it was. However, based on the smell alone, Charlie could tell that the stranger looming over him was a wolf, and a big one at that.

"Welcome to your new home," John said. "Save your strength. You need to do exactly as I say."

There was a sudden tug on the leash, and Charlie whimpered as it snapped against his neck.

"I'm sorry!" he cried, tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. "Please let me go!"

John shook his head. "Let me be clear with you..."

Without warning, John surged forward and wrapped his hands around the pup's neck. He squeezed the puppy by the throat, gripping him tightly in order to immobilize him.

"You are going to do exactly as I say," he snarled, threateningly. "Understand?"

Charlie nodded. His whole body shook as tears flowed freely from his eyes.

"Good puppy..."

John let go of Charlie's neck, and the kid wheezed and clutched his throat.

The child couldn't see John's face in the darkness. Just his silhouette. It terrified him, that he knew so little about what was going on. He was defenseless - his naked body was exposed to this stranger, and Charlie tried to hide his privates from John, to no avail. John reached down and grabbed the pup by the wrists, pulling his hands up over Charlie's head.

"Get on your hands and knees and show me your ass."

Charlie was frozen, unable to move. "Wh-why?"

"Now, Charlie," snapped John.

"I don't want to!"

With a growl of irritation, John took hold of Charlie and manhandled him into the position he wanted, forcing Charlie onto his hands and knees and then pushing the pup's face into the sheets.

"Don't move. You know what I'll do to you if you move, right?"

Charlie shook his head frantically, tears welling up in his eyes again.

"I'm going to squeeze the life out of you. I'll wrap my hands around your neck and squeeze until you stop breathing." John leaned over Charlie and put his hands on the pup's throat, just to demonstrate what he meant. "So unless you want me to do that to you, you need to sit still."

Charlie nodded quickly. His cheeks were wet with tears, and his eyes were starting to get red and puffy.

What that established, John let go of Charlie's neck and sat up, taking a moment to examine the pup. Charlie was bent over with his back arched and his face on the sheets. His quivering legs held his ass up in the air, and as John got a closer look, he could see the sensitive hole hidden between his soft little asscheeks. John parted the pup's ass with his fingers, spreading his hole open so he could get a taste. His anus was pink and smooth, and the inside of his hole tasted musky. As John sampled Charlie's ass with his tongue, he moved down toward the pup's asscheeks, licking along the crack of his butt and lapping at Charlie's sensitive hole.

Then, he shoved his nose into the pup's asshole.

"No!" cried Charlie. "Wh-what are you doing? That's...that's so gross!"

Ignoring him, the insatiable wolf plunged his nose deep into Charlie's ass and inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of the pup's young ass. Then, he began licking and sucking much more fervently, pushing his tongue inside just a bit and letting his lips press against the pup's opening, over and over again until he was practically devouring the pup's little underaged butthole.

The pup thrashed on the bed. He was totally confused and lost, unable to understand why anyone would do this. It didn't exactly hurt, but it felt weird, and Charlie was scared.
He sat still for a while, too terrified to move, as the stranger ate his ass thoroughly. By now, John was trying to push his tongue deeper and deeper inside of Charlie's body, and it was starting to feel strange. He felt the rough texture of John's tongue poking at the back wall of his little asshole, and suddenly Charlie started to moan and whimper softly. He gasped, and his hands twitched in the covers. For a moment, tears stopped flowing from his eyes. He was still terrified, but at the very least, John didn't seem to have any plans to hurt him.
After some time had passed, Charlie's ass finally seemed to adjust to having John's long, invasive tongue probing at the entrance to his body. In fact, his ass felt warm and fuzzy all around his sphincter, almost like it was tingling. He wasn't sure what that meant.

Just as he was starting to get comfortable, though, John stopped, and the pup yelped as his head was suddenly pulled off the sheets. The stranger had a firm grip on Charlie's ears as he brought his snout close to the kid's mouth. Charlie could smell the taste of his own butt on John's mouth, and he drew back a little. "Don't kiss me."

"And why not?" huffed John.

"My dad said I shouldn't kiss boys..."

"Is that so?" The stranger chuckled maliciously, and then he grabbed Charlie by the cheeks. "Do you honestly think anything your dad has ever said to you matters now?" The stranger snarled as he forced his tongue deep into the pup's open maw, kissing him deeply.

Charlie was frozen. He couldn hardly breathe, and his face felt hot and flushed. He tried to pull away, but John was much stronger than him, and he couldn't break free from his grasp. Still, he fought back, struggling and squirming as much as possible.

At first, Charlie's resistance annoyed John tremendously. He grasped the pup by the chin to keep his head still and prevent him from turning away. Then he took another long lick of the pup's tongue, enjoying the taste, and he pressed his mouth harder onto Charlie's open maw.

Soon enough, however, his cock hardened. Something about the pup's tongue, and the way he tried to squirm away, made him very excited. He broke away from poor Charlie and pushed him onto his back, forcing the boy's legs open before taking hold of his sheath, stroking it slowly with his fingers.

As Charlie stared wide-eyed at his assailant, he could see his member stiffen in the stranger's enormous hand, slowly emerging from his sheath with each stroke. As John continued to rub Charlie's tiny member, it became even bigger and harder, swelling up bit by bit. Soon, the entire thing was rock hard, and his balls were tightening.Charlie could feel his heart rate speeding up again, but this time, he wasn't sure if it was just fear that was afflicting him.

The stranger continued to stroke the pup's cock, fondling him ruthlessly as he loomed over him. The fact that John was fully dressed and he was not made Charlie shiver slightly in anticipation. He was upset that this stranger was touching his privates like this, but he had no choice but to sit there and let him do it, keeping his legs open as John wrapped his strong fingers against the kid's diminutive member.

Once John was done jacking off the Charlie's cock, the pup breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes still closed. He was breathing heavily, feeling his whole body tremble violently as he lay on his back.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself staring right at what could only be John's dick. The stranger was still completely clothed; he'd just lowered his pants and his boxers enough to expose his bright red, knotted cock. The sight of it made Charlie's heart race. It was...so much bigger than his, and it was twitching impatiently.

John grabbed Charlie by the wrist and dragged him off the bed. Even after being pushed onto his knees on the floor, the pup remained cooperative, though he was trembling with fear at what John would do to him. The stranger's dick was mere inches away from the pup's nose, and he could see the malicious grin on John's face as he looked down at him.

"Open your mouth," commanded John.

Charlie complied, opening his maw as best he could. The moment his lips parted, the pup felt the soft head of John's dick press against his lips. With one swift move, John shoved his dick inside, not even bothering to warn him.

Charlie gasped loudly, his eyes widening in shock. This was his first time doing anything like this, and he didn't know what to expect, or what to do. After a brief hesitation, however, he mustered the courage to ask John what exactly he was supposed to be doing.

"What do I do?" mumbled Charlie. His voice was muffled by the dick in his mouth, but John understood what the pup meant.

"Just keep your mouth open." Then John reached down and grabbed Charlie by the hair. "And if you bite me, I'll snap your neck."

With that said, John began to thrust his hips forward, pushing his dick all the way into the pup's throat. Charlie gagged and choked at first, but soon he began to relax his muscles and allow the stranger's cock to slip deeper between his teeth. He could feel John's cock sliding over his wet tongue, and with each pass, he could taste precum in his mouth.

It was different. Not better or worse, but just different. Charlie tried his best not to choke, or to scrape John with his teeth. He was afraid of what would happen to him if he messed up. And so he kept his mouth open, moving his tongue around the shaft to the best of his ability. His maw opened up a little wider as the stranger pushed his knot into the boy's maw, and Charlie let out a pathetic little whimper. The tip of John's cock slipped into Charlie's throat, and the boy's eyes watered as his airflow was cut off. He felt like he might throw up. But the wolf just kept thrusting, humping Charlie's face relentlessly. Whether or not Charlie could breathe was merely an afterthought to him; his tongue rolled out of his maw as he pounded the puppy's throat, taking a sick sort of satisfaction in the noises that gurgled from the depths of Charlie's neck.

Eventually, though, John elected to stop. He pulled out abruptly, causing the pup to slump to the floor. The cub coughed violently, forcing the precum out of his esophagus to the best of his ability before finally taking a deep breath, desperately trying to get oxygen back into his little body.

John pressed the tip of one of his dress shoes against Charlie's exposed knot. "You're hard. Are you actually enjoying this?"

Charlie's eyes widened. What? He looked down at his penis and was horrified to find that...it was hard. He didn't understand. He didn't want this! Not at all! Why was his dick so excited? It didn't mean that he wanted this to happen to him!

Before he could even process that, though, John lifted him up and tossed him back onto the bed. The leash jingled as the cub squirmed atop the mattress.

"Hands and knees," commanded John. "Put your ass in the air."

Charlie obeyed. Hands and knees, face in the pillow, ass in the air. He didn't know what was going to happen next, but he had a vague idea that it wasn't going to be good. He could tell by how John's eyes were gleaming in excitement, his hands twitching uncontrollably as they reached down to grasp at his asscheeks. The pup looked over his shoulder, desperate to get an idea of what this stranger was about to do to him, but the insatiable wolf reached forward and pushed his face back in the pillow.

The pup squeaked when he felt hot, sticky spit land on his ass. Before he could even process the sensation, a searing pain shot all the way up his spine as he felt something force its way into his butt. Charlie screamed once more, arching his back in agony as he felt another inch of penetration. Another scream escaped his lips as the intruder began to pound into him mercilessly. Instinctively, Charlie reached back to try to deter John from continuing, but the stranger grabbed him by the wrists and ended up using them as leverage.
Charlie felt the bed shake as his rapist fucked him harder and faster. Every time the man thrust himself inside the pup, the bed would shimmy, and the pain in his body would make him scream.

He cried and moaned, begging John to stop hurting him. But the stranger did not relent; instead, he simply continued to violate Charlie with his hard, long dick. Finally, after several minutes of struggling, the exhausted puppy gave up and allowed his rapist to have him. The tears fell down his cheeks as he submitted completely.

As if reading his mind, the stranger grunted and gripped his waist tighter, subjecting him to an even more brutal fucking. John seemed content to force his way into Charlie's slightly-damp hole with only his spit as lube. Each thrust sent a jolt through the pup's whole body, and made his eyes roll into the back of his head. It wasn't long before John's thick knot ended up deep in Charlie's ass, stretching out his sensitive opening quite violently. The rape went on and on, and the wolf's knot slipped in and out of the cub's body. His hole was loose, now, and John knew it would stay that way for quite some time.

Each thrust was followed by another deep groan of satisfaction, and Charlie's cries turned into whimpers.

Soon enough, his whimpers grew weaker and fewer in number, until finally there was nothing but silence except for the sounds of his body being violated, and the powerful grunts of the hungry wolf bent over him.

Charlie was too exhausted to fight any longer. With the last of his energy, he arched his back even further and spread his legs wide, giving the man room to continue ravishing him. He may as well make it easier on himself, if this was going to happen to him. And, as he struggled to find the right footing, he eventually settled on a position that didn't hurt so much.

"This is where you belong," John said, gripping Charlie's hips tightly. "You're mine, now. Until you learn to be a good puppy, you won't even get to leave this room."

The pup gasped as John pushed himself all the way into his body. It hurt so much, and yet...

He couldn't place it, but the sheer weight of such a thick, warm object inside of him felt...somewhat good? Was that possible? As Charlie's mind slowly began to process what had just happened to him, his train of thought was cut off by another ruthless thrust. He struggled to keep himself upright under the weight of his rapist.

John was relentless. Even though Charlie had managed to submit to him, John still relentlessly pounded into him. Over and over again. Pounding and pounding and pounding, his knot widening the puppy's ass each time he pushed it inside.

Charlie cried out repeatedly, muffling his anguished noises with the pillow as the man's cock slipped in and out of his body. By now, it didn't hurt so much. And there was a warmth rising deep in his groin - one he didn't recognize. Every time John's cock pressed against his insides, he felt it pulsing deep inside of him. A sensation he'd never felt before. One that a ten year-old pup should never feel.

That feeling only intensified the more John penetrated him. Charlie couldn't place it, but it was rising, and quickly. The cub's hips began to buck, shaken by the strange intensity of the fat cock forced deep inside of his body.

"F-fuck...Charlie, I'm gonna cum inside you..."

Charlie's eyes widened. What? What did that mean?

He let out a piercing shriek as he felt a sudden burst of wet, sticky heat erupt inside of his ass. Was he bleeding? Was John peeing inside of him? He wasn't sure, but the sensation was so shocking that it drove Charlie to the edge. The warmth inside of Charlie rose to fever pitch, and he screamed at the top of his lungs as he came all over the bedsheets, his hips buckling wildly with each trembling wave. Since he was young, there wasn't much cum to speak of, but as it dripped onto the mattress, John's face split into a sadistic grin.

"You enjoyed that," panted the wolf. "You know you did. The fact that that sticky white stuff came out of you means that you wanted it to happen."

Charlie shook his head as best he could. "No," he whimpered, and buried his face between the sheets.

"What do you mean?"

"You're lying..." he wheezed.

"Say what you want. But your body tells the real story. How does it feel to have your first orgasm, kid?"

"What's that?" whispered Charlie. "Is that...what just happened to me?"

"Mm-hm."

"It felt strange..." the boy whimpered.

"Good. It's supposed to."

Charlie's voice quavered as he tried to hide his pleasure from his rapist.

"You'll get used to it." John snickered and put a hand on Charlie's ass, watching with sick delight as the pup's hole twitched from its abuse. "Eventually you'll ask me to do it. You'll beg me to do this to you again, all the time."

"No!" Charlie cried.

But John's words had already wriggled their way deep into Charlie's head. His...his body had betrayed him. He had enjoyed it, no matter what he said to deny it. In a fit of desperation, Charlie began to cry once more.

"Go ahead and cry, kiddo," chuckled John. He snickered as he spread the cub's cheeks, taking a good look at where they were tied together. "But I won't listen."

They would be stuck together for as long as John's knot remained swollen and hot; the fact was, Charlie was stuck with him for the rest of the evening.

Charlie's sobs eventually melted into whimpers. In spite of the throbbing pain in his rear end, the pup eventually fell asleep from exhaustion.